Song Of Unending Sorrow.

China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, At last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, And the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. ...It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, Which warmed and ...

Song Of Unending Sorrow.

China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, At last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, And the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. ...It